The first time I remember talking to Trevallion was at the epic StrongMad 4th of July nude hot tub party. He struck me immediately as a nice, unassuming guy who people feel fortunate to call a friend. Many a moon have borne this out. Trevallion is a good fella.

Plus, he snapped my profile picture. For that I say "Someone shot the potion! Old Chub... needs beer badly."

It's high time I left this guy a proper testimonial. I've known Trevallion for about a year now and though sometimes it's hard to figure out where I stand with him I think it's mostly 'cause he's not very demonstrative. He can be frustratingly hard to figure out at times but at the heart of it all I know he's a good guy and I'm happy as hell to call him a friend.

If you met him in a group setting and thought of him as that quiet guy in the corner, you missed out on a lot. Trevallion is good people, smart and kind and accepting of everyone and confident enough to let everyone fawn all over his girlfriend without being threatened.

His real name is GLASS CONTAINER MISTER SERLING.
He gives me rides everywhere and is the only one who gets my batshit fucking arcane references to the days of 8-bit yore. Trevallion is also a great artist and superb humorist and would probably be stupid successful with his work in a few years -- if only he could get over that irrational career-crippling fear of gum erasers and felt-tip pens.!

Trevallion did, in fact draw my very first peice of fan art, it involves bacon, that makes me happy. He's very... tall. And... quiet. And... really fun once you can get him to say something. He's also one of Seattle's "fantastic Four" non-drinkers. I just made that up, you know.